Ok. So I did this really quickly, so if there are mistakes etc please forgive me.
It was meant to be comedy, but Aramis found little amusing about it. He glanced around at the crowd standing in front of the stage, raucous and laughing and felt out of place. Looking up at the boxes that lined the theatre his heart leapt at the sight of her. She obviously didn't find it funny either, sitting there alone, watching the audience more than the actors.
He caught her eyes, smiled slightly and bowed his head, his eyes holding hers. She inclined her head and smiled minutely.
He climbed the stairs to her box and paused by the curtain that gave the rich and aristocratic their privacy.
She half turned her head to him, he saw her slight smile again on her profile before she resumed watching the spectacle below her.
He pulled the heavy curtain across and approached her, already able to smell her perfume as he drew nearer.
Putting an arm round her waist and pulling her against his body he nuzzled her, breathing in deeply. Using his tongue to tease her neck and shoulders he slid a hand up her dress, sliding it round to grab her upper thigh and squeeze before moving up.
As he reached her swirling pussy, she gasped and her knees buckled. Not stopping his slow, gentle movements he tightened his arm around her waist and held her, taking her weight.
She leant her head back on his shoulder, bending it slightly so his mouth could continue it's work. Building up speed and pressure he teased her and held her until she came, shaking , knees turned to jelly and breathing hard. He lowered her onto her seat, smiling as he crouched in front of her. Unable to focus on anything other than the feel of his beard as it gently scratched her inner thighs as he licked and kissed his way up she grabbed hold of the wall in front of her.
Finally reaching his goal he used his fingers and his expert tongue to turn her into a quivering wreck. It was like an art form with Aramis, she had never felt so helpless and turned on before.
He quickly made her come, this wasn't the time to tease and tantalise her...but lifting his head to look at her, his chin shiny, he knew he had to fuck her and soon, his cock was straining against his breeches.
She stood to let him sit on her chair, unable to tear her eyes away as he undid his breeches. He took her hips and lifting her dress, pulled her down onto his cock. Burying his face in her shoulder he moaned as she leant forwards, again using the balcony wall to support herself. All he could do was hold onto her waist and hips as she took control, rocking her pelvis and grinding herself into him, feeling him fill her as he thrust against her.
Suddenly he pulled her back to him, his hips pushing him into her, biting down on her shoulder to stop himself from moaning as he came, fucking her harder now. She matched his thrusts by grinding down into him, gasping aloud as she too orgasmed, this time causing the patrons of the neighbouring box to look over at her.
She nodded politely, eyes bright with mirth, using her fan to hide her flushed cheeks and her smile.
He held her tightly against him and laughed quietly into her back.